Burning The House Of Cards: taking revenge on my billionaire family
Chapter 96 - 95. Premonition

Chapter 96: Chapter 95. Premonition

While waiting for her gourmet ramyeon, Sarah unleashed her wrath on the house manager and the head of security--which had been a while.

Whether they worried about her going psycho and destroying more stuff or because the news of her still being in a good relationship with Kang Daniel had reached the mansion, the employees quickly moved to fix the annex. They called electricians immediately, and the annex was soon lit up again not long after Sarah finished her noodles.

Still, there was nothing they could do about the poor ingredients in the fridge that got spoiled. Granted, it was their own carelessness of storing ingredients when they were going to leave for several days, but...who would ever thought that the power would be off?

The electricians seemed to allude that it wasn’t an accident, but Sarah had no idea what the purpose was. To mess with them? To make their life a tad bit shittier from spoiled food?

Was Jasper playing pranks because he was annoyed about not going to the party?

Sarah had no idea, and she had too much other stuff to think about, so she decided to just let it slide as a mere prank. The house itself was still secure, since Hajin didn’t find anything suspicious even after going through the house three times, so...

Perhaps someone was just that stupid and was in the mood for a petty prank.

At any rate, Hajin had to go for a grocery run because serving simple toast and cereal for his master was not up to his standard, and Sarah didn’t want to take ingredients from the main house’s kitchen--who knows what kind of stuff the third wife’s lackeys would put there.

"Mint chocolate, okay?" Sarah repeated once more. "The green one, not white!"

"Why?" Hajin looked at his Master incredulously, who didn’t want to come along because her feet were still sore from wearing a pair of high stilettos last night.

"Why not? I like them," Sarah pursed her lips. "I don’t care if you think it tastes like toothpaste--I’m not speaking to you if you bring me the vanilla one again."

With that huffing threat, Hajin left for groceries and some desserts for his master. Sarah watched the car go while crossing her arms, and it seemed like someone else also watching it because they came out not long after, as if had been waiting for the right moment.

"What?" Sarah stared the house manager down. She was still pissed that they did nothing when the annex’s power was out.

"The Chairman is--"

"Oh, for fuck’s sake!" Sarah clicked her tongue loudly. She did have some fun the night before, but seeing almost all of them already made her fed up with interaction.

Seeing her reaction, the house manager merely stood still. After all, he was only told to tell her the chairman’s summon, not to persuade her. But Sarah knew well that if she refused, the invitation would just come more frequently until she accepted.

"Agh--fine! Where is it?!" Sarah replied while stomping her way toward the garden.

The house manager hurriedly followed her and guided her to the sunroom where the chairman was having his late breakfast. Honestly, Sarah was surprised that the chairman even came home at all. She had thought he would be going to his mistress’s place--which he bought for her, of course.

But there he was, eating his late breakfast in the sunroom by himself, as usual. He was even in his nightrobe still, as if he had just rolled out of bed half an hour ago.

Well, Sarah didn’t think he was foolish enough to call for her when the third wife or her children were there after how many vases and decorative plates she destroyed last time.

Stopping in front of the table and crossing her arms, Sarah asked with annoyance thick in her voice. "What now?"

Her father no longer bothered to tell her to sit or address her rude tone. He just put his cup down and asked nonchalantly. "I heard you talk to Kang Jun last night."

Wow; this kind of thing was truly circulating fast.

"So? Isn’t it normal to talk to the host?" Sarah shrugged, totally knowing it wasn’t normal.

"...sure," the chairman nodded. "What did you talk about?"

"It’s none of your business, Chairman."

"Young Miss..."

"What? I’m an adult--must I share every conversation I have with others?" Sarah flicked her gaze sharply to the house manager, before returning to the chairman. "If you must know, we didn’t talk about business."

At least, not the group’s business. Revenge business was different, surely?

"What could you talk about, then?" the chairman leaned back and tapped his fingers against the table in contemplation. "Were you talking about his successor?"

"Hah!" Sarah scoffed and put on a mocking, exasperated expression. "Why are you going round and round? Just say you want to know if I’m going to be Mirae’s daughter-in-law."

"Well..." the chairman tilted his head. "Will you?"

Haa...Sarah already saw it, already knew it, but still...she couldn’t help the pang of disappointment searing more and more in her heart. Perhaps, in the end, this was still her family and there would always be a hope that someone who shared blood with her would care about her. Even for a little bit.

But as expected, everything was transactional. Everything was about whether or not she was useful.

"How would I know?" Sarah shrugged, curling one corner of her lips in mockery. "Didn’t you tell me to go on a blind date, anyway?"

"You should have said something if you’d already had a thing going on with that Daniel boy," the chairman argued.

Sarah simply snickered while tilting her head. "Did you even give me a chance? You were quick to threaten me with my bodyguard last time."

The chairman looked at her quietly for a while, until he finally sighed in resignation. It was true--he believed what his wife told him and it made Sarah even angrier, even more cynical than ever.

Seeing that her father didn’t say anything, Sarah uncrossed her arms and waved her hand in dismissal. "Is that all? I’m going then--don’t bother to intervene with my relationship again," she said. "Why don’t you take care of yours? You don’t look too good, Chairman. Did your little mistress give you some trouble?"

"Let’s not talk about that," the chairman shook his head weakly, seemingly tired of the interaction.

"Well, I don’t want to talk about mine either," Sarah said dryly. "Then."

She walked away, glancing at the chairman for the last time. She said it half as mockery, but the old man did look worse than usual. He looked tired and...old. Well, he was old, but usually looked younger because of his good look; enough stamina and arrogance to have concubines here and there.

She paused to observe the old man, suddenly realizing his wrinkled face. She also spotted some packets of health supplements like red ginger extract between the breakfast spread. Was the chairman just tired from the Mirae event? Or did he argue with his little mistress?

"What is it?" the chairman asked, realizing Sarah hadn’t left yet.

Sarah narrowed her eyes, before shrugging while replying dryly. "Nothing."

Why should she care, anyway? If the chairman’s physical condition worsened, it would only be beneficial for her.

Sarah put her father’s condition out of her mind and walked out of the sunroom--only to regret it when she saw Mason leaning against the pillar near the entrance to the sunroom, looking straight at her as if he had been waiting.

For the first time, she thought staying for a meal with her father didn’t sound too bad.

But it wasn’t like she could go back inside--not without looking like she was escaping from Mason--so she put on a nonchalant face and tilted her head. "Huh? Does the chairman call for you too?"

Mason left the pillar and approached her. "Come with me."

"Why?" Sarah frowned; her fight-and-flight instinct kicked in. "I’m still pissed, you know?"

"Just come, there’s something I need to show you," the man insisted. His gaze and tone, strangely enough, was light--lighter than usual, at least.

It made Sarah even more suspicious. Whenever Mason looked like he was delighted by something, she couldn’t help but shudder.

"Where?" Sarah narrowed her eyes. She certainly didn’t want to be in a closed space with this man when Hajin wasn’t around. "I don’t want to spend more time in this stuffy building."

Pursing her lips and scowling, Sarah crossed her arms defiantly. At least, her excuse was also true, so she didn’t have to pretend. Mason seemed to be convinced that she wouldn’t budge unless it was outside, because he quickly relented.

"Fine, let’s just go to the garden," Mason said, and Sarah pointed with her chin, telling him to walk first.

There was no way she would let him walk behind her.

Cautiously, she followed Mason to the garden--to be exact, to the gazebo in the middle of the garden. Which was weird enough. Sarah had no idea why this family even maintained the garden when they never ever spent their time there. Even as a child, Sarah never saw her siblings play in the garden. If she had to be honest, she also only came out because her mother loved flowers.

Ah, too bad...she had to destroy her mother’s legacy in the end--that smile fountain and a little corner of flowerbeds. Perhaps she could build a new one in her mother’s memory next time, when she got a new house after all of this revenge...

Sarah paused. After? Did she just think there would be something after the revenge?

Since when?

"Why are you stopping?" Mason asked with a frown, staring keenly at the blushing girl.

"...no reason," Sarah replied while fanning her flushed face. "It’s just hot today."

"Hmm..." Mason resumed his walk and Sarah followed quickly.

Thankfully, it was indeed hot that day, even within the shades of the trees. She was already longing for that mint chocolate that Hajin should be buying at that moment. Thinking about the bodyguard, Sarah glanced around to check for Mason’s men. She certainly didn’t want to get trapped, even if they were outside.

Well...she didn’t think Mason would do anything with the chairman in the house, but she could never know.

As far as she could tell--since she didn’t have the same sharp senses that Hajin owned--there was just one man who was following them openly. It wasn’t a bodyguard, however; Sarah recognized him as one of Mason’s secretaries. When they arrived in front of the gazebo, the secretary walked past her quickly and went inside it first.

"What is it?" Sarah asked demandingly, hiding her curiosity.

"There’s something I need to show you," Mason replied simply as the secretary put down a laptop he had been carrying on the table and fiddled with it.

Sarah frowned deeply as she took a seat in front of the table. Mason took over once the laptop was on and turned it so Sarah could see the screen.

A black screen with a little triangle in the middle.

Sarah gripped her thighs to prevent herself from flinching and jumping out of the gazebo. It’sokay--she told herself as Mason told the secretary to leave. It should be okay. She was sure she had never been drugged in front of Mason, or be carried to the bed, or be raped while she was unconscious. Not in this second life.

Yeah. Hajin should be returning soon, so there was nothing to worry about.

Sarah curled her fingers around the hem of her loose shirt, crinkling it heavily. The cursor was hovering above the triangle and with a clicking sound, a recording played. When she realized it was a video of a little park--or a garden--Sarah was secretly relieved.

But also confused.

At least, until the camera--which seemed to be taking the scene from a higher place--zoomed in to three people standing near the fountain. While it was dark, the light from the fountain’s statue illuminated the surrounding area and allowed her to see their faces.

In which two of them looked very familiar: the aunt and...her bodyguard.

The bodyguard who supposedly was at the park to look for her.

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